《Abused (TodoBakuDeku story)》Homeless
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Once Todoroki left, I was shaking in fear as I stared at my father. What was he going do to me? My question was soon answered as he grabbed me and threw me into our basement. I scream for him to let me out until he started to punch me in the sides and smack me in the face. "Please, father!" I cry to him, "I'm sorry, please stop!"
I curl up in a ball as he started to abuse me with a baseball bat. The impact of the aluminum object broke my arms and legs in the process. I wailed and cried as he grabs me by the neck and starts to drag my body out of the fetal position I was in to protect myself. He pulled me up the wooden stairs, being sure I could feel each step as I was dragged upwards all while being held by the throat. When he got to the front door he used all of his force and threw me out of the house. "IF YOU WANT TO DIE SO DANM BAD, THEN LEAVE AND ROT LIKE THE QUIRKLESS SHIT YOU ARE AND NEVER COME BACK!" I begin to sob and slowly try to move my body away from the building I once called "Home".
I limped my way towards an empty alley a few streets away from the dammed building that is my Hell. Cold droplets of rainwater starts to come down on me as I lay in the dark, wet alley. This only makes my injuries hurt even more. Tears threatened to fall as my stomach growled at me for food. It's been five days since I last ate anything, so I guess I'll die from starvation rather than my injuries. Raindrops fell from my eyes, just like the sky is as I try to fall asleep on the cold concrete. Maybe this is all just a dream and my mom will wake me up for school any minute now. Mom...I miss you, so much. As the tears fell down my face and as my bones ached some more, I finally fell asleep into the darkness.
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Fucking Half 'n' Half, making me get his dumbass' bacon at fucking seven-in-the-morning! "What the hell, Half-bastard! Why couldn't you have done this yourself?!" I yelled at the sky, while I made my way down the sidewalk. As I walked away from the direction of the store, I noticed a body in a dark alley to my left. "The fuck?" Curious, I decided to check on the person on the ground. When I approach the body I see a mess of green-black hair. Reminds me of Deku... holy hell it is Deku!
Fuck, now what do I do? Fuck! Fuck! Fucking think, Katsuki, dammit! I picked the small boy up bridal style and noticed that his arms and legs were definitely broken. His skin was bruised and his leg was in an odd position, but it didn't seem to be broken because of his Quirk. Why the fuck do I know this? Damn nerd is asleep, where the hell does he live? He moved when we were younger and I never learned where he moved to, but Half 'n' Half does...that mother fucker! I could feel the burns on his back, so I decide to give him a piggy-back ride instead, so I wouldn't hurt him. Why the fuck do I care if I hurt him? He's fucking Deku!
Since I give a little fuck about the green-haired shit, I bring him back to my house and lay him on the couch. I gave Todoroki his damn bacon and looked Deku over. His hair was a mess and lied in his face while his clothes were torn, bloody, and dirty from the dirt and rain he was laying in. Half 'n' Half walked into the room and looked at Deku with worried eyes. "What happened to him?" I shook my head gritted my teeth. "I don't fucking know! I found him in an alley asleep and injured." Half hair sat down next to me and grabbed Deku's hand.
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I'm so worried about the little fucker.
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